I grow a passion that cannot subside, my heart inside though weary it tries, beats for a truth and purity light, a reality where not one soul dies, where the questions I've tried to answer with my mind are no different than other contorted lies.
I grow a passion that cannot subside, my heart inside though weary it tries, beats for the liberation of all mankind, from all pain, evil, and broken cries, that the goodness of the heavenly may shine upon those in want, the poor, the meek and mild.
Who dares to look into the eyes of suffering? Who dares to go beyond the feeling compassion makes? Who dares to re-create life, taking from death's holding? They will be my kindred.
